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ed <strong>dwarf</strong> <strong>season</strong> <strong>three</strong> part one small black beetles: the overkill<br />
under. It turned out my instincts were absolutely<br />
correct -- I had lived a past life in Macedonia. That<br />
palace was my home. Because, believe it or not,<br />
Lister, he told me that, in a past incarnation, I was<br />
Alexander the Great's chief eunuch.<br />
LISTER: Do you know something? I believe you.<br />
RIMMER: He didn't say that I was Alexander himself,<br />
which is obviously what I wanted to hear. But it<br />
explained everything: I'd lived a previous life<br />
alongside one of the greatest generals in history. No<br />
wonder the military's in my blood.<br />
LISTER: No wonder you're such a good singer.<br />
RIMMER: It's funny -- to this day, I can't look at a pair of<br />
nutcrackers without wincing. And why is it,<br />
whenever I'm with a large group of women, I have<br />
this overwhelming urge to bathe them in warm<br />
olive oil?<br />
LISTER: I have that urge, Rimmer. It's got nothing to do<br />
with past lives.<br />
RIMMER: Well, why is it, then?<br />
LISTER: It's because you're unhappy with your own<br />
weasly, humdrum existence. You're looking for<br />
something with a bit more ... I don't know ... glamour.<br />
Now is what counts -- you've got to live life today.<br />
Who knows what's going to happen tomorrow? Who<br />
knows what's going to happen in the next five minutes?<br />
That's what makes life so exciting.<br />
A METEOR SMASHES INTO THEM. STARBUG CRASH-LANDS ON<br />
SNOWY LANDSCAPE.<br />
LISTER: You see what I mean?<br />
RIMMER: Mayday! Mayday! Can you read me? Come in,<br />
please. Can you read me?<br />
RIMMER: Still snowing, is it?<br />
LISTER: It's useless. You can hardly stand up, never<br />
mind dig it out. No luck?<br />
RIMMER: Nothing's getting through.<br />
LISTER: Three Days! They must be looking for us by<br />
now. Where the smeg are they?<br />
RIMMER: It's impossible to find us in this weather. They<br />
could be ten feet away and walk straight past us.<br />
LISTER: We're going to die, aren't we? How much food is<br />
there?<br />
RIMMER: There's half a bag of soggy Smoky Bacon Crisps,<br />
a tin of mustard powder, a brown lemon, <strong>three</strong> water<br />
biscuits, two bottles of vinegar and a tube of Bonjella<br />
gum ointment.<br />
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